My newest BFF, Savanna. I sat by Savanna and her mommy, Vanessa, from Iron Mountain to Minneapolis. They live outside of Ralph, Michigan, up towards Sargie's neck of the woods. |
55 degrees/clear/calm
Indianapolis, Indiana
It’s been a usual past twenty-four hours preparing for, then
starting Grandpa’s East Coast Tour. I was in Iron Mountain Wednesday morning by
11 so I might spend a bit of time with Sargie before heading to the airport.
She timed her break with my visit and we walked and talked for a few minutes
saying our goodbyes. I’ll sure miss my Sargie while I’m gone. It already feels
as though half of me was left behind.
The plane was almost an hour late leaving Iron Mountain due
to mechanical problems. I had a tight connection in Minneapolis and a heck of a time reading the small print on the departure boards, but, after asking enough people, I could have been featured in an OJ Simpson/Hertz Rent a Car commercial; leap hurdles in a
single bound, dodge little old blue-haired ladies, run into a clear piece of plexiglas, visit the men’s room, and
still make my flight to Indianapolis. I had excellent seats on both legs of the
trip and it was all smooth sailing.
Last evening was spent in Concourse A here in Indy. I found
an electric outlet and graded papers until almost 11 PM when a cop came through
and told me I’d have to move out into the main part of the terminal. In the
end, that was a good thing. I found a padded bench and managed to get four
solid hours of sleep, something that is unusual when camping out in an airport.
I was up this morning shortly before 4, managed to clean up a bit, scored a cup
of coffee and a bagel, go through security, and the rest is history.
It appears our flight is on time to Boston and I’m looking
forward to seeing Matt and beginning this vacation process. Matt told me
earlier that we have a tee time scheduled for 10:30 this morning. It’s
difficult, but I’ve come to expect such things. After all, a man’s work is
never done.
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